home *** CD-ROM | disk | FTP | other *** search
- 1816
- THIS LIVING HAND, NOW WARM AND CAPABLE
- by John Keats
-
- This living hand, now warm and capable
- Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
- And in the icy silence of the tomb,
- So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
- That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
- So in my veins red life might stream again,
- And thou be conscience-calm'd- see here it is-
- I hold it towards you.
-
-
- THE END
-